12: The Red Rooster On Grandpa's farm a Rooster Red went walking out one day. And called and called his family To come along his way To eat the grubs & bugs & slugs That lived among the corn. But Grandma said, "you crowing chick you better come back here. A yellow coyote swift will come, He maybe now, quite near." But off he went and now I grieve To tell the tale, but all is or, A few red feathers mark the place He trod before. And now there is a moral to this story; Be Careful where you walk and then be sure and listen when your grandma talks. by Annie Matilda Harris Pruitt